Dream weaver .... ( Inspired by Niranjana )

These dangling drops of rain
Moist soil of winter vain,

You can’t make me go away
For I am here to only stay

Take this rose and simply say
Hidden word of love today

This facade of hide and seek
Or your mood to not even speak

Take a risk and come to me.
Through the window down the chimney

I wait for you in your garden
Please relieve me of this burden

It is you I always need
Like fire flies on a feed

A numb face with eyes dancing
Angelic mom without wings

Come to me, leave your mind
Do something real, cruel or kind.

Today let me be the Dream weaver
And you my fairy tale …

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Just my imagination... i dont even know her in person.

The Green Giver of the Land ~

She may not speak like we all do..
She may just bask in the sun and shade on you.
She might not be something planned upon.
Just a fallen seed some where around.
She may never move... Or say why she is stuck as glue.
She gives and never takes, shares her every thing...
She feed and foster all around,
Creature smaller than ever found.

I wish I were her too...
Care free and good.. was her simple life's mood
Peacefully she watches everyone....and how everything stood.
A race in time... a birth to dead is really tough
A constant struggle to grow and survive.
The will of a solid oak within her stride.
Keeps her going on without any pride.

Some times in her silent stares, she lies under the summers heat
Some times shedding as if dancing to the wind ...
Some times bare due to the winters scare...
Some times lush as it pours endlessly close.

In all of it all she gave her everything.
Yet she has been cut and chopped...
Eaten and burnt... ripped from the womb of her mother earth...
Most of all her body sold to the greedy two legged creatures of the hideous world.
I wonder if it would all come back to them.
And they would become raw materials for another race.
I hate them even though I am one of them...

I want to be only like her...
... when I'm born again....

" As The Green Giver of the land".


Dedicated to Shilps (& all tree lovers… )
copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

She ( Tribute tO Leenuka )

She is like a blade of grass…
Sharp and life giving…
She is like a church mass
Subtle and forgiving

She is like a wave on the sea
Steady, gentle, on a journey
She is like the warm ocean spree
Calm collected & Free

She is like a leaf in a storm
Hurt but dancing beautifully
She is like a white snow cone
Cold yet sweet as honey

She is to me is a poet….
A friend… family…

My Unseen teacher ( Dedicated to Our Usha ji...)

My Unseen Teacher ~ Thank You!

I had many teacher before this,
Some taunted, some purposefully pushed.
Or vice versa because I can be handful at the least!

Then she came... the one who didn't get phased
Just help me on with a few others too.

Corrected me if I did some wrong,
Praised me, even if it was a bad song.

I provoked and tested her many a times
Yet she handle the me with grace and panache

To me She is,

The most flexible mould I will ever see.
May shape you but will let you grow with in.
A ever lifting spirit to a shallow heart.
Seeding strength into the ones.. in doubt.

Encouraging essays or Educational edits
Have been her primal role.


Also happens to be,
The collector of the yet unknown

To me she really is
heavy with knowledge & compassion…
….A truly evergreen soul.

I am blessed to have bumped into
My Unseen Teacher, My Guru!

Just smile ( Dedicated to Amazing Alina )

You are my sunshine,
You are my dream,
You may seem a little weak,
Don't you dare go bleak.

Thousands you can support...
...with not your tiny hands,
But with your huge heart.

It not how you see yourself,
For your eyes cannot look inside You.

I see you fine & I know you well.
Look into my eyes and you'll see a different gal

The real Alina is,

Some one strong, Some one not defined
Some one who cant take no for an answer,
Some one who is truly n sync with what she feels.
Someone I cannot compare.

You my dear are something special ,
And even though I may not say it that often,

My life will be incomplete
without you in it, my dearest friend!

So today,
Just Smile and make my day further fine!

Dedicated to Alina.

The Mute Philosopher Or Poet ( Dedicated to POP )

Its a man I never met...
just a few words I had read.
A born escapist from the complex clan
No hunger for glory or fame.
Just loves to read between the lines.

A thinker of his time.
A finder of the Pattern Or Signs.
A keeper of the hidden lies.
A protectors of the break away artist.
A smart self sustaining mind
Hoping and looking into another find

The quoter of our time.
Digging hard to solve the poetic crime

Yet in the end of it all..
Too modest to let us know
How much he really knows!

This my friends is
The Mute Philospher or Poet ..i'm not sure!

Metaphoric Master(Dedication To Versatile Venkat)

Metaphoric Master or Abstract Artist

A dilute cause of the concentrated feel,
A rogue or black mixed into infinite.
Like Absinthe… a solid mix.

I speak of my brother and his foreign friend – His brain

This constant collide of ones self and existence,
An Insatiable burning desire to swallow the candle dry,
A helpless painting, still colorful and vibrant,
An abstract artist, the metaphoric master,
Thousand name I Christen him…
But one true to his … dyin kind.

You whose…
Thought processed into the shades uncharted,
Progressive patient in recovery,

Yet a doctor to me…
To this silent client.
I cherish how you coax words into explanations,
Denting our minds into the real and unknown world

Like the very rain that drops
Jargon to the foolish fragmented flocks.
Yet truth to the few insane
Meaning understood, said and found

No cloak, no hidden story
Just a brother with
No real mission, no glory.

Contradicting To my thought
Like my hazardous mind.
A twin to my friend
Like bread broken in kind.

A tribute to You my Brother!
My Saner Side!

Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Dedicated to Venkat 15th May 2007

The new hindrance ( Dedicated to Hir!)

The old will stay old,
Their words further will not hold.
Written in stone for most,
Due to their old famous posts.

It’s a time for a new hindrance
Experiment my dear with the Evolving Era.
I found … where it would start,
Not in me… but in a young heart.

A learner of the classics
The preacher of their times.
Yet...Futuristic and savvy
She will breed new lines
& change fundamentals.

Characteristic raw & fresh …with a hunt for more.
Insatiable quest for knowledge & a Will to grow.
The hunger unknown... itself will break her mind into layers
Bring on the new dawn of poetic players

She may never know how it all unfolds,
But soon my god bless child will break free
Bring on the fall of this hypocrisy

A break away rebel she was born to be
that will the prophecy revealed ...just watch and see


Dedicated to the New Hindrance - Hir!!!

A Love Song( A tribute to my love )

A Love Song ... (Tribute to my love)

Copyright(c) 2007 Shivraj Rajaram


AN ATTEMPT ON WRITING A LOVE SONG....

Also.....TRYING TO DO JUSTICE... TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO HER!


Sharol, THIS.. One’s FOR YOU!

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In this pursuit of happiness, I searched long and hard.

Looking for that reason to be more than one can.

Confused, I pushed ahead. Directionless, In search of a friend.

Stumbling onto you by pure coincidence or cosmic plan.

Among the million grains of sand, you found this unlit soul.

I knew then, I would evolve. Unconditional, Divine, Curious and Raw.

I had been blessed by the shining star and the oracle.

With those compassionate breaths,  slow resurrection began of my battered heart.

Inspiration dangled of my mind, I much more.

Fearless, I face all the storms. For now... I am not alone.

I have you, my ecstasy, my scholars stone. Knowing well that it would rain again;

You wrap me in your thoughts and innocence, I am warm, I am strong, I am willing and bold.

Some things are left unsaid. But, like an unasked prayer answered.

Reasons for intrigue, you have done more for me and my future self.

My dream is alive in You and that’s all I will ever need.

You are the refuge to this paradox I call life. The key to the riddle I forever had.

You are my witness, My everything. And I LOVE YOU more than you will ever know.

Who are YOU? ( Questioning GOD)

I am the now of after
I am the after of now
I am the love of lust
I am the lust of love

I am the glitter of dust
I am the dust of glitter
I am the bitter of the sweet
I am the sweet of the bitter

I am the rise of set
I am the set of rise
I am wise of the fool
I am fool of the wise

I am the skill of tool
I am the tool of skill
I am the evil of pious
I am the pious of evil

I am the noise of silence
I am the silence of noise
I am the poise of mad
I am the mad of poise

I am the good of the bad
I am the bad of the good
I am the end of the start
I am the start of the end

I am the death of birth
I am the birth of death
I am the thought of desire
I am the desire of thought

I am the spark of the fire
I am the fire of the spark
I am the dark of light
I am the light of dark

I am the wrong of the right
I am the right of the wrong
I am the strong of the weak
I am the weak of the strong

I am the scent of stink
I am the stink of scent
I am the saint of sinner
I am the sinner of the saint

I am the scorn of honor
I am the honor of scorn
I am the form of void
I am the void of form

I am the bliss of kind
I am the kind of bliss
I am the happiness of suffering
I am the suffering of happiness

I am the existence of being
I am the being of existence
I am the ignorance of knowledge
I am the knowledge of ignorance

I am I of I...
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I am I of I
I am I of I...

Are they the same?

I know I am eating your head with this one...

hmm.. thought i'd do something different today..

It actually inspired from theology (my favorite subject )...

actually two books particular which almost saying the same thing at least on this ...

``Ego Eimi Kai Alpha Kai To Omega.'' - The Holy Bible.

"Sarganam adiratas ca madhyam cai 'Va 'ham," - Bhagvat Gita.

They almost mean like ....

I am the first and I am the last.


Thought about writing on the oxymoron talks of Theology for a while now..

Also, just changed my boring style I tried my hands on some rhyme...

That itself is an oxymoron, a serious topic on funny style....

Every para..havin 2nd and 4th lines ryhmin..
and every 3rd line of a para ryhmin with the first line of the next para
and so on..

Well.... Sorrie i know it a big one to gulp down... but i'm just being same old me..

Cheeriyo... have a nice day...

Sixthjan(c)2008 Copyright

What is the Use?

What is the use of journeying across the world in a quest?
Cherishing the few who also seek the truth
Only to be wary of the ones who claim to have found it.

What is the use in knowing no matter what they say or show?
The real man will be confined inside his head.

What is the use in climbing a mountain high?
When we can see more from the bottom of a well.

What is the use in asking the way?
When we don't even know what we are looking for.

What is the use in touching someone?
When we cannot go deeper than the skin they bare.

What is the use of a gaping wound that bleeds the soul?
When one cannot sew it up without leaving a scar.

What is the use of surviving in this darkness?
When all we really should be doing is living it full.

What is the use of these lines I write?
When tomorrow comes and these lines smudge within.

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Its another one of my Impluse writes... so dont think too much over it...

I would like to thank Mamta for proof reading it before posting ( I know how so manyof you get so irritated about the errors i leave as trade marks ).. what would i do without friends... ?

Thank you...

Looking for A Hero

Everybody tells me how,
Everybody shows me how,
They are right in every way.
But I won’t listen to their say.


A world built to punish
It’s funny when everything ends in hues & cries
As if it’s a race to the finish
No one mourns because they jump on to the next best lie

An explosive solution to a diverse cause
It’s almost too easy with seasonal toss

Hero or tyrant smudged across
Exculpated only with a win or loss
No body disagrees at all,
Yet they have their final call

History bares witness later
While people play the fool
I think it’s a world filled with preachers
And a world deprived of pupils

So today I finally choose to follow,
But who is worthy to lead us out of our sorrow.

As I wait about...

I lay silent as the world went about,
They came first for the African
Its wasn’t my continent
So I didn’t speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about,
They came then for the Arabs
It wasn’t my neighborhood
So I dint speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about,
They then came for my country
It wasn’t my southern clan
So didn’t speak a word.

I lay silent as the world went about
They then came for my state
It wasn’t my city
So I didn’t speak a word

They then came for my city
It was my home they burnt to the ground

Suddenly,
When I thought to speak a word,
There was no one left to hear them aloud.

Romance in the Air

I crave to be nothing more

Than the flower on your hair
Than a petal on the flower
Than a shade on the petal
Than a(n) ingredient of the shade
Than a rhythm of the ingredient
Than a breeze of the rhythm

For that very moment
I will be the cool fragrance around you

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Foreign Rain

Eavesdrops on the noise
Everyone pace & move
As the city takes its bath
I choose to drench…

Oh!
Calm cool breeze
Wraps with ease

A Strange lil kiss
Another subtle bliss

Sun reflects light
On a naked wet street
Gutter fountains spring
& Park grass sparkling

Spawn a new.
Rustling a few
Touches of drops
On foreign stops

I love this,

After Math of the Rain
And Moisture on my skin

For I can feel again,

My Monsoon in an unknown land!

copyright(c)2007 Sixthjan

Destiny Deceived ..or Not!

I am but a grain of sand
Slithering slow with my brothers

I was once free like my father
And his father before
From deepest desert and warm winds
I journey across... towards the mighty sea

It was there I joined my clan
Hearing all of the great stories and it's end

Of how, now man could built with us
Not only towers but castles and monuments too.

Or I heard of some who were tested
While only the purist resurrected
Baked out with the godly imagine
Of Ice which never melts – Glass

I longed for an eternity like that
Lasting time and weather too

Nay! I was only washed up
Cleared and shined
Even burnt by the sun

I was chosen from the millions around
As I knew I belonged to finest lot

Aye, I slip into this awaited abyss
Only Now…. to realize I am the keeper of Time!!!!

- The Hour Glass!

Life of a Leaf

Morning sun breeding light,
Kissing every part of this site.

It was among this I was to be born,
In between warm currents and cotton balls
I basked & glowed in my pride.
But it changed sooner than I thought,
As night came along with frost bit & snow
Cold Crispy Chill deafened my flow.

Then I limped away
Dragged by the whirling winds
Shoved into a corner beside nothingness

A Silver tint blazed about
Glowing as if showing me the way
I was cast away again,
But gentle I settled in
Calm collected I saw it was deep

As day broke,
I found I was being nudged along

But...
Rough tides forced me against my will
Then peaceful silence, I drifted thinking along
Its a trip to live up to,
The end would drawn on all of us soon.

Then why not caress this flight,
And jump of that cliff
Which beckon me to river bend.

..... And there I fell free
Finally Into the waterfall end!

As I drifted along the aqua ripples
thrust on me was a duty
A tiny 6-legged creature
thought I could save its life...

And so ,
The life of a leaf...
could save a little life..

This thought erased all my strife
Born a new story and a new sunrise.

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[i]********* the italic extension is added on with help from a dear friend and poet Latha [/i]


This is a tribute to a fantastic haiku poetess "Mamta"
Copyright(c) 2007 Sixthjan

CHASING RAINBOWS...

As a child, all I did was Imagine of what it would be to be a man.
As a man, all I did was re-live everything I missed as a child.

In my health all I did was drown my self in making riches
In my riches all I did was lose everything to re-gain my health

Why is it that I still chase the other sides of the same rainbow?
Or is it a vicious circle every man has to go through?

INCARNATIONS : 10 Haikus

1) MATSYA

Life begins anew
Evil stalks, steals golden truth
Fish burst- demon dead

2) KURMA

Churning Old Mountain,
Tortoise transforms; beauty pours
Immortal nectar

3) VARAHA

Earth under ransom
Boar’s victorious lift, world
Resurrects again

4) NARASHIMA

Blessed demon corrupts
Blatant arrogance stuck by
Neither man nor beast

5) VAMANA

King grants priest word
Three steps- heaven, earth and head
Benevolence wins

6) PARASHURAM

Religious scholar
Exterminate royal sins
Immortal man walks

7) RAMA

Behold, Ayodhayan prince
Wife abducted, partners build
Evil beheaded

8) KRISHNA

Born malice and strong
God manifest to reveal
-Bhagavad Gita

9) BUDDHA

Thirsty seeking truth
Refine old philosophy
Born enlightened one

10) KALKI

Messiah awaits
Age of darkness/destruction
World begins again

copyright9c)2007 ShivRaj

Blind Man's Revelation

A Million minds... a Single lord !
All rivers flow to one ocean floor.

A birth and dead in reason...
A being ..."not this"," not that"!
For right & wrong at the same spot.
It's a miracle in itself, knowing that...

A man's mind is weak and wanders fast,
Hence the idols and the direction to seek,
Without focus no one can...
Calm your thoughts and speak their minds.
This reason is sacred to the unknowability of My Dear Lord!

Closest we come in many a theology are

Not the One with body , nor Form,
Not the One you are inside of or the One inside you,
Not the mortal touch or the immortal glory,
Not the constantly changing and the practically still.
Not the actual existence or a true breathing being.

This revelation is not objective or trustworthy,
But it is subjective and born from a conviction. .
...And a illusion of a story!

It is blasphemous to compare the Might Lord …
… from a simple blind man's reasoning or logical queue.

If the code is cracked,
Then it will not be GOD or even close to it.
One thing is for sure,
We can never know GOD,
Until HE wants us to & we want HIM to!